To Felissa Kruut Poem by Igor Severyanin

My dear Felissochka! My most exquisite!
I give you 'Minstrel' and all my dreams.
You are beloved by all thats delicate,
My sweet Felissa - My violin!

May to the crude one you be an egotist -
I care not: You are most loved by me!
My most talented! My sweet Felissochka!
My one sought after! My destiny!

The hate of sin here is love of marriage:
You like it when I say 'bride' to you.
Symbol of Hestia! Little Hestochka!
In you again I will find my youth!